Carpe Diem Haiku – blues
The autumn rain beat his back relentlessly as he went to work again; the concrete had lost all its petrichor; instead the air was filled with decay of falling leaves. […]
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Your persian rugs – for dVerse and Visdare
I’ve walked these passages before, the passages and corridors you’ve sent me to explore. My sanity I’ve found behind a door, that’s painted blue. The door you guided me to […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 